The vampires move in the day time, the brightness of the sun does not deter them, they do not bother to cover their horrific acts.
Dear General Muhamadu Buhari,
I sincerely hope this letter meets you in peace and good health.
I won’t waste too much time; I’ll go straight to my reason for writing you this letter.
I decided to embark on this journey around tweetville a couple of years ago, I had spent many years in facebooktopia and had made a good name for myself, the villagers were friendly and life was good, I had become a very successful post and picture trader, earning am average of 130 comments and likes per post and picture, and this had made me quite loved and respected, but as all humans were, I craved more.
Hello esteemed readers, and welcome to another edition of Personality of the week, a segment aimed at showing how ordinary Nigerians are doing ordinary things.
Our personality of the week is a very unique individual, a man of words backed up with knowledge of various subject matters, a man who sees things for what they are and is never afraid to speak up for what is right, a man you could easily compare his careful thought process to some of the greatest minds the world has had to offer, and who is this man you might ask, well I’ll tell you who he is, he is a man i am proud to call a friend both on and off social media, a man i learn something from everyday.
Our personality of the week is non other than Ronald Ikenna Anthony Nzimora.
It took us five years to get pregnant, first two years of our marriage, we spent discovering each other, and making plans, building our home. At first it didn’t bother us, because we thought we had it all planned out, we wanted to be ready before the baby came, so we waited, one year became two years and the three years, and my wife became worried, so did i.
We were driven for what seemed like an eternity, the long drive was quiet, quiet not because we were tired, but quiet because we were uncertain of what lay in front of us, the realization that we had been taken sank in very fast, i had heard stories of people being taken captive and never heard from again, many of us had even paid visits to families who had lost loved ones either by way of a stray or intentional bullets, axes or machetes, or being taken away, i would always say the same things over and over again, Continue reading
It was a cold night, not unusually cold, but cold all the same, we were getting set for bed, after a long day of writing exams; exams we had studied day and night for, under the most stressful conditions; you see, it’s quite difficult studying for an examination and dodging either bullets or machetes, and not exactly in that order, because we always dodged whichever came first, but we studied all the same, because deep down in her hearts we had the hope that someday soon, the turmoil would end, and we would be allowed to face our futures, so we decided to prepare for it sooner than later, we were not going to allow anything take away the only thing we had that was capable of giving us the lives we dreamed of, so we persevered and we studied.